Lying in bed on a weekday night
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Listening to the title fight
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From a town the radio said was Atlantic City
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The branches brush the windows
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The hour is early evening
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And Frankie's beating hell out of the champion
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Frankie is the one, you know
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Frankie is the boy
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I hope my sister's listening
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From her place in Illinois
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For though the world is turning darkly
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All the stars are out tonight
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There are dreams still shining, redefining
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All that makes us feel alright
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Lying in bed in the afternoon
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Listening to Frankie Lymon tunes
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While the people make their way home
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From the dusty city
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The breezes blow the curtains
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The hour is early evening
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And Frankie's singing songs just like a champion
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Frankie was the one, you know
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Frankie was the boy
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My sister shook his hand the night
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He played at the Savoy
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And though the world is turning darkly
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All the stars are out tonight
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There are dreams still shining, redefining
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All that makes us feel alright
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Frankie is the one, you know
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Frankie is the boy
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Frankie bears the weight of
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All our sorrow and our joy
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For though the world is turning darkly
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All the stars are out tonight
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There are dreams still shining, redefining
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All that makes us feel alright
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I feel alright
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Boxing And Pop Music
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| Everything But The Girl |
